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wants our advice on anything. Gertrude doesn't take any notice of
us, nor does Sepulchrave. You know what we ought to have, don't
you, Cora" "Yes;" said her sister, "I know." "What, then" said
Clarice. "Tell me. Tell me." "Power," said Cora. "That's right.
Power. That's the very thing we want." Clarice turned her eyes to
Steerpike. Then she smoothed the shiny purple of her dress. " I
rather liked them," she said. Steerpike, wondering where on earth
her thoughts had taken her, tilted his head on one side as though
reflecting upon the truth in her remark, when Cora's voice (like
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became starved for the finst time. _You_ remember, Cora, don't you
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to her and raised a forefinger in front of her sister's face.
"Clarice Groan," she said, "we finished talking about _that_ long
ago. We're talking about Power now. Why can't you follow what we're
talking about You are always losing your place. I've noticed that."
"What about the Room of Roots" asked Steerpike with affected
gaiety. "Why is it called the Room of Roots I am most intrigued."
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short passage, Cora opened a massive door at the far end whose
hinges could have done with a gill of oil apiece, and followed by
her sister entered the Room of Roots. Steerpike in his turn stepped
over the threshold arid his curiosity was more than assuaged. If
the name of the room was unusual there was no doubt about its being
apt. It was certainly a room of roots. Not of a few simple,
separate formations, but of a thousand branching, writhing,
coiling, intertwining, diverging, converging, interlacing limbs
whose origin even Steerpike's quick eyes were unable for some time
to discover. He found eventually that the thickening stems
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difficulties and vexations that must have resulted from the efforts
to establish, among the labyrinthic entanglements of the finer
roots, which tendril belonged to which branch, which branch to
which limb, and which limb to which trunk, for only after
discovering its source could its correct colour be applied. The
idea had been that the birds on entering should choose those roots
whose colours most nearly approximated to their own plumage, on if
they had preferred it to nest among roots whose hue was
complementary to their own. The work had taken the sisters well
oven three years, and yet when all had been completed the project
for which all this work had been designed had proved to be empty,
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true that the room, as a room, gave them pleasure, but that the
birds never approached it, let alone settled and nested there, was
a festering sore at the back of what minds they had. Against this
nagging disappointment was the positive pride which they felt in
having a room of roots at all. And not only the Roots but logically
enough the Tree whose branches had once drawn sustenance into its
highest twigs, and, long ago, burst forth each April with its
emerald jets. It was this Tree that was their chief source of
satisfaction, giving them some sense of that distinction which they
were now denied. They turned their eyes from its branches and
looked around for Steerpike. He was still not unravelled. "Can you
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find the way," said Cora. "Can't he I don't see why not," said
Clarice. "Because he can't," said Cora. "Go and show him." "All
right. But he must be very stupid," said Clarice, walking through
the dense walls of roots which seemed to open up before her and
close again behind her back. When she reached Steerpike, she walked
past him and it was only by practically treading on her heels that
he was able to thread his way towards the window. At the window
there was a little more space, for the seven stems which wedged
their way through its lower half protruded some four feet into the
room before beginning to divide and subdivide. Alongside the window
there were steps that led up to a small platform which nested on
the thick horizontal stems. "Look outside," said Cora directly
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affair held a certain interest for Frode. Correction, Armansky
thought at once, Frode was not interested in the Wennerstrm
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turned out to be false. This in turn means that the source was
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go around airing in public. Blomkvist is obviously a big hit with
women. He’s had several love affairs and a great many casual
flings. But one person has kept turning up in his life over the
years, and it’s an unusual relationship.” “In what way” “Erika
Berger, editor in chief of Millennium: upper-class girl, Swedish
mother, Belgian father resident in Sweden. Berger and Blomkvist met
in journalism school and have had an on-and-off relationship ever
since.” “That may not be so unusual,” Frode said. “No, possibly
not. But Berger happens to be married to the artist Greger Beckman,
a minor celebrity who has done a lot of terrible things in public
venues.” “ So she’s unfaithful.” “Beckman knows about their
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Erika Berger looked up quizzically when an apparently freezing
Blomkvist came into the editorial office. Millennium’s offices were
in the centre of the trendy section of Gtgatan, above the offices
of Greenpeace. The rent was actually a bit too steep for the
magazine, but they had all agreed to keep the space. She glanced at
the clock. It was 5:10, and darkness had fallen over Stockholm long
before. She had been expecting him around lunchtime. “I’m sorry,”
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wanted a comment.” “What’d you say” “Something to the effect that
we were going to read the judgement carefully before we make any
statements. So I said nothing. And my opinion still holds: it’s the
wrong strategy. We come off looking weak with the media. They will
run something on TV this evening.” Blomkvist looked glum. “How are
you doing” Blomkvist shrugged and plopped down in his favourite
armchair next to the window in Erika’s office. The decor was
spartan, with a desk and functional bookcases and cheap office
furniture. All of it was from IKEA apart from the two comfortable
and extravagant armchairs and a small end table—a concession to my
upbringing, she liked to say. She would sit reading in one of the
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place to decide. I work for Herr Armansky, and he decides what jobs
he wants to assign to me. And then it depends what sort of
information you’re looking for.” “Let me put it this way…and I take
it that we’re speaking in confidence” Armansky nodded. “I don’t
know anything about this particular matter, but I do know beyond
any doubt that in other situations Wennerstrm has acted
dishonestly. The Wennerstrm case has seriously affected Mikael
Blomkvist’s life, and I have an interest in discerning whether
there’s anything in your speculations.” The conversation had taken
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with Wennerstrm’s regiment of lawyers. Armansky was not in the
least comforted by the thought of turning Salander loose in such a
situation, like a cruise missile out of control. It was not merely
a matter of concern for the company. Salander had made plain that
she did not want Armansky to act as some sort of worried
stepfather, and since their agreement he had been careful never to
behave like one, but in reality he would never stop worrying about
her. He sometimes caught himself comparing Salander to his
daughters. He considered himself a good father who did not
interfere unnecessarily in their lives. But he knew that he would
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life she led. In the depths of his Croat. cheap chrome hearts ian—or
possibly Bosnian or Armenian—heart he had never been able to shed
the conviction that Salander’s life was heading for disaster. She
seemed the perfect victim for anyone who wished her ill, and he
dreaded the morning he would be awakened by the news that someone
had done her harm. “An investigation of this kind could get
expensive,” Armansky said, issuing a warning so as to gauge the
seriousness of Frode’s inquiry. “Then we’ll set a ceiling,” Frode
said. “I don’t demand the impossible, but it’s obvious that your
colleague, just as you assured me, is exceedingly competent.”
“Salander” Armansky said, turning to her with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m not working on anything else right now.” “OK. But I want us to
be in agreement about the constraints of the job. Let’s hear the
rest of your report.” “There isn’t much more apart from his private
life. In 1986 he married Monica Abrahamsson and the same year they
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sleep; but my heart beat anxiously: my inward tranquillity was
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